“You coming to work, New Guy?” Sailor asks, and I snarl at my nickname. Dude gives me the creeps—somehow they …
Tag: Navy
New Fiction by R.L. Peterson: “Rules of Dying”
Every work day morning at 8 o’clock sharp, me, Juan, Marcus, and Willard stand at attention with hands over our heart…
The Gift of Trey
A nuclear reactor is nothing more than a glorified water heater. Sailors as young as nineteen, kids, bombard uranium …
Wrongful Appropriation of the Soul
In regard to cruelties committed in the name of a free society, some are guilty, while all are responsible. Rabbi Abr…
New Poetry by Antonio Addessi
You’d caught
the big one they said, you’d hooked a willow and
sank thigh deep into the muck. They hung up…